18 July 2012
B rooding like some goon. R emembering all of his gloom. O ppressed and so full of doom. O h, something is coming soon! D epressed and shity he croons. I ndecisive, he sings at the moon N ot long till the darkness consumes. G ot to get himself out of this room.
(Me just trying to sum up a word in poetry again, not sure if I got it right) XSTABLISHX
Brooding • Opuss № I